Excerpt: Beau and the Beast: An Erotic Modern Fairy Tale
The next fairy tale to get the modern + sexy treatment was the classic Beauty and the Beast. In my version, however, the beauty is a boy and the beast wants more than a kiss! Here's a sneak peek of Beau and the Beast:
The
plantation house looked like something straight out of Gone with the Wind: it
was supported with elegant columns and surrounded by trees draped with Spanish
moss. Since it was a historical site, they had learned about it in school.
Apparently the Prince family had built the house when they emigrated from
France hundreds of years ago to escape the French Revolution, and it had been
in the family ever since. Local folks often speculated on what would happen to
it after the current owner died: Armand Prince was the last surviving
descendant, and had no wife or children.
Despite
being beautiful, the place gave Beau a sense of unease. There were no signs of
life, and all the curtains were pulled against the morning sun.
He
finally succeeded in dragging his suitcases up to the wraparound porch, and
rang the doorbell. Somewhere deep within the house a bell chimed, but Beau
didn’t hear anyone approaching.
He
rapped timidly on the solid front door, but there was no response. On a whim,
he reached out and turned the old-fashioned doorknob.
The
door swung open on silent hinges.
Beau
peeked around the door. “Hello?” he called. “I’m Beau Parker... I’m supposed to
be Mr. Prince's assistant?” No response. Beau left his bags on the porch and
slipped into the dimly lit house.
The
main hall was filled with antique furniture and dominated by an imposing
fireplace. A portrait in a heavy gilded frame hung over the mantle, and Beau
moved closer to get a better look.
The
painting was so realistic it gave Beau the shivers; he felt like it was
watching him. The subject of the painting was a handsome man about Beau’s own
age with long dark hair. He stared out from his frame defiantly, as if daring
the viewer to keep looking. “Not very happy, are you, Mr. Painting?” Beau
murmured.
“No,
I’m usually not.” The voice was cultured, with a faint French accent, and
directly behind him.
Beau
thought he would jump out of his skin. He whipped around to see the subject of
the painting in the flesh. Armand Prince stood about five feet away; Beau
wondered how long he had been there. He was indeed strikingly handsome, his
long hair tied back in a low ponytail, his dark eyes watching Beau expectantly.
“Oh,
I’m so sorry... Mr. Prince, right? I rang the bell but nobody answered, and,
I...”
“Barged
right in, I can see that. You’re Parker’s son?” Armand tilted his head to one
side, arching an eyebrow as he looked Beau up and down. “Are you adopted? Your
father is much uglier.”
Beau
bristled. “I take after my mother, but my dad is my dad. He-”
“Enough,
I don’t care,” said Armand, with a dismissive wave of his hand. “Beau, is it?
Alonso will show you to your rooms. There’s a list of your duties for the day
on your dresser, and I expect everything to be finished by this evening. Your
meals will be taken in the kitchen. If you need anything else, figure it out
for yourself.”
He
turned on his heel and headed upstairs, leaving Beau open mouthed and seething.
What an asshole! If this was his father’s idea of some character building
exercise, it was messed up.
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